The Widow's Bane
Текст песни Forsake The Boy

I play my cards close to my chest,
Keep a Baretta in my boot.
And if you're comin' here to test me, dear,
Please don't think that I won't shoot.
'Cause I know your kind, I've seen your eyes,
All emeralds and mud.
And what you give, it don't come free,
You take it out in blood.

Forsake the boy. Yes, beat him 'til he's blind.
Crucify Prometheus, God will never mind.

I keep a Cobra nailed to my wall
To keep all the other snakes away.
But it's that very same viper that unpins herself
To bite me where I lay.
So I've got this venom deep in my vein
And a vendetta deep in my eye.
But I'm a damn fool to think I can win this game,
I'll be playing it until I die.

Honey, Sugar Plum, Pumpkin, Sweetie Pie,
I've got my eye on you.
And I see that blade twinkle in your palm
And I know what you're planning to do.
But that honey looks so sweet,
Dripping from your ruby lips.
I lean in for one small taste
And then, in the blade it slips.

Forsake the boy. Yes, beat him 'til he's blind.
Crucify Prometheus, God will never mind.
Forsake the boy. Yes, never let him go.
Crucify Prometheus, God will never know.